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One year for Christmas Joe gave me a box of perfumes that he went to great lengths and traveled all over the state for. This always seemed a little weird to me because, well, generally speaking I don't wear perfume. I liked it just the same, and appreciated his effort. When he gave the box to me I took one of the little bottles out as the first one to use and it's been on my desk for probably 4 years. It's still almost full. The other day I was sitting at my desk and I picked up the bottle, held it in my hand as I remembered when he gave it to me. For the first time I looked closely at the tiny letters that formed the name of the scent. It is:

"heavenly".
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